My Descriptive writing pieces

Transition

The cetacean coloured map in the sky is swarmed with the stars that have seen millions of years  worth of events, each aligned in their own direction to point the lost in the right direction. The moon this night isn't visible to the eye of its worshippers, for it is sleeping in order to be able to shine just as bright as all the other nights of its existence. Everyone who's awake at this late hour looks up and admires the night sky's beauty and each constellation visible. A young couple, hand in hand, walk to the spot where they had their first proper date together and sit down on the slanted rock overlooking the small city in which they live in. They sit there together for the entire night with a blanket around them, watching the deep blue sky and the speckled stars fade away into a yellow colour, the indication of the new morning. The scarlet red and faded orange bleeds into the sky from the blazing orb that slowly arises from behind the building that lie on the horizon.  The reflection of the early morning light reflects on their glass encapsulated eyes, showing hope for the new day ahead.